Wow - long time no blog. Been resisting and completely intentionally avoiding this blog for the past few months. Don't know why, but hey, at least I'm back now.
Today is "Field Day" for my two oldest kiddos, and the morning was less-than-ideal for what should be a fun-filled day. Hubby and I were both incredibly grumpy (nevermind that I was up til 2am), and our poor children stumbled out the door in tears.
I feel horrible now, now that I've had time to wake up a little more and process. These are the times I wish I could send flowers to their school...something happy and bright, with a note asking for forgiveness for being so darn grumpy. Or call them up on a cell phone right in the middle of a math test..."Hey, sorry, real quick: I love you. Sorry Mommy was a jerk this morning." Wouldn't that be great? I think I'll write them a note apologizing so they can have it and keep it and read it again the next time I pummel them with my crankiness. Sigh.
This parenting stuff, it's hard! I know they're only kids...I shouldn't be annoyed that my daughter freaked out about having to have a sack lunch today right as it was time to walk out the door, or that she left her glasses at church the other night. Nevermind that my son suddenly decided he didn't like grilled cheese even though he's liked it for 7 years. Nevermind that they were stomping and clomping around the house and arguing with everything we said, waking up their little siblings (way too early!). I remember being a kid. I remember how annoying I was, but I know it wasn't intentional.
This is where we need that verse about how God's mercies are new every morning. Except I need them to be "new" TWICE every morning. That way, when I blow it the first time around, come 9am, I can get some more!
So here we go on our busy day, hoping for the best from the littles since they didn't get much sleep, but bracing myself in case we have some extra meltdowns. I'm operating on 4 hours of sleep, so this could get ugly. Won't be able to take a nap today either. Oh...help! Lord, help!
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A blog created for my own sanity. If you've accidentally happened upon it, feel free to stay for a cup of tea...or, realistically (because I'm not a tea drinker) a cold Dr. Pepper. Definitely.
Welcome!
There are so many times when I feel things as a Mom that I wonder "Does anyone else feel this way?" This leads me to googling different aspects of motherhood, usually things like "angry mommy, cranky mommy, etc." It's sometimes hard to find things written by other mothers that mirror my emotions, so I thought, hey, what the heck, I'd start a blog. Maybe it'll only help me as I vent, or maybe at least one other person will read it and go "yeah, that's me!" and we can walk on, each of us refreshed, knowing that we're not alone in this.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
--Christopher Marlowe1599
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
--Christopher Marlowe1599
There's a wideness in God's mercy
I cannot find in my own,
And He keeps His fire burning
to melt this heart of stone.
Keeps me aching with a yearning,
Keeps me glad to have been caught
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the Love of God.
...Joy & sorrow are this ocean
and in their every ebb & flow
now the Lord a door has opened
that all hell could never close.
Here I'm tested and made worthy,
tossed about, but lifted up
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the love of God.
-- Rich Mullins
I cannot find in my own,
And He keeps His fire burning
to melt this heart of stone.
Keeps me aching with a yearning,
Keeps me glad to have been caught
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the Love of God.
...Joy & sorrow are this ocean
and in their every ebb & flow
now the Lord a door has opened
that all hell could never close.
Here I'm tested and made worthy,
tossed about, but lifted up
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the love of God.
-- Rich Mullins
Blog Archive
About Me
- Erin
- Mom of five young children, ages 9, 7, 4, 3, and 1, trying to live life, love Jesus, and love others (especially my kids!) somewhere in the southern United States.
Jesus, be the centre
Be my source, be my light
Jesus
Jesus, be the centre
Be my hope, be my song
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, be my vision
Be my path, be my guide
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
-Michael Frye
Be my source, be my light
Jesus
Jesus, be the centre
Be my hope, be my song
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, be my vision
Be my path, be my guide
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
-Michael Frye
"...He leads me beside quiet waters." - Ps. 23: 2
“You saw me wear white by pale candlelight
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much, it might seem, when it’s 2am.
When I am weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name.
‘Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker,
Hold on to my hand,’ and You say ‘I am’.”
-- I Am/Nichole Nordeman
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much, it might seem, when it’s 2am.
When I am weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name.
‘Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker,
Hold on to my hand,’ and You say ‘I am’.”
-- I Am/Nichole Nordeman
He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav’nly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, where’er I be, still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful followerI would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
-- Joseph H. Gillmore, 1862
-- Joseph H. Gillmore, 1862
No comments:
Post a Comment